C109 Lost Demons

When Yang Ziyan wanted to curse the person above impatiently once again, a voice came from behind.

"Block his mouth for me." The young man wore a gray silk robe. His pale skin was suffused with a luster. His red, thin lips were slightly pursed.

Beside him was a young man. He took off his earphones and put them back in his pocket. His handsome face was filled with helplessness